Satellite (for Andrew)

I spin faster than you.

My movements hectic to

your slow turn.

I dart while you plod, yearn

while you wait, run

while you tread the steps

of your yearly pilgrimage.

Everything plotted,

nothing to chance.

I'm with you, but

I have my own dance.

It's clockwork regular

and calm for the most part.

But monthly my belly swells,

my temper frays

and I rage

against your shores.

Your hands on mine,

gentle as I assault, revolt

against the forces that bind.

But I am yours.

I will not go.

Cannot.

Didn't you know?

Couldn't you tell

that it's always been about you?

Every turn. Every changing spell

has had to be.

You the earth.

I the moon.

And love, it holds

as gravity.

sar 2010